Prophecies Fulfilled: Chapter 8
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shankieOkay, I’ll admit.
This story started to intimidate the fuck out of me.
It’s been the source of the attention, small as it is, that I had in the fandomy sense of things. For good and bad. It’s been asked about by many people through email and comments since it became cursed and was lost or erased over four times.
And then, all of a sudden, it seemed like no effort to continue it would ever be good enough. This is like, my story, and it has to be good! I had to get over myself, and remember what the whole point of it was. To have fun and play with my boys.
Maybe this won't be the perfect story. But at least I'm actually writing it again.
So I do apologize for the very very VERY long delay.
Prophecies Fulfilled
Bruce/Wally, references to past Bruce/Clark. NC-17 for screaming and yelling and explicit m/m sex.
Bruce and Wally have not been coping very well. In an effort to help, Bruce and J'onn arrange a meeting of “the boys” of the League council... as a therapy session.
Chapter 8: The Rules of Engagement
“I leave the house for the first time in a week and it’s for this?
“Wally...”
“No, really. Therapy?”
“It was J’onn’s suggestion. I agree with him.”
“For my sake.”
“I understand that you’re not crazy. The hormonal imbalance will...”
“Suck a lot. I got that part. So did the toilet.”
“The nausea is...”
“Yeah, sucks too. Fine. You need to talk to J’onn, anyway. You’ve been all pissy at him since that thing what, over a year ago?”
“It was a breach of trust.”
“Yeah, like you never snoop when you’re concerned about someone. He got that from you.”
Wally knew they shouldn’t be bickering. This was the most he’d seen of Bruce in almost two weeks, even though they slept in the same bed.
To say that Bruce had become more distant would be something of an understatement. And now he was hauling him up for a group therapy session with Clark and J’onn. Batman wanted to make sure everything was kosher before he’d let Wally back on the Watchtower for something other than a visit in his... delicate condition.
Wally’s pants didn’t fit right anymore, and the reason had become a white elephant stomping it’s way around the room. Destroying furniture and breaking glass as it did. At the moment, he really wanted to hit Bruce. But Bruce was flying the plane, so that wouldn’t be such a great idea.
He moped in his seat for the rest of the flight; which wasn’t very long. They flew over trees and landed in a field in the middle of nowhere, just behind a cabin on a lake in the mountains.
The air was still sharp with spring chill and the ground was soggy. Wally kinda wished he was wearing his uniform, but the whole point was to come as themselves and so his sneakers suffered the brunt of it through squishy grass and occasional puddles hiding under dead leaves. Another reason not to wear the uniform. It made it harder not to just... take off.
Somehow, Bruce’s fancy Italian leather shoes made it to the back porch with little more than some mud on the tread. Wally sighed and left the wet socks and shoes on the steps to dry out in the morning sun.
The cabin smelled like aged wood and coffee, brewing on a small gas burner. Warmed by a small fire in a brick hearth. Clark looked positively at home, all jeans and flannel, pouring out a cup. Mountain man.
“Hey guys, want some?” He smiled hopefully and lifted up an empty mug by way of demonstration.
“No,” Bruce said flatly, and briskly sat down at the table.
“Uh, well, I want some,” Wally said, giving Bruce a look. “Thank you.”
A card table set up, with rough but comfortable enough wood chairs around it. Everything was all unfinished, and they used pieces of shingle already gray as coasters. The table was covered in little ring-marks and bumps from water damage. Some kind of pressed cardboard or something threatening to give out at any moment.
J’onn came in from the front, letting in a breeze that smelled like... well, like a lake. All fresh and hopeful.
They sat down at the card table and stared at Bruce until he pulled his chair back to the table as if it were a great burden to suffer.
“This was your idea, you could be a little nicer about it,” Wally grumbled.
“I’m here. I’m listening. Are you satisfied?”
“Oh yes, very satisfied. Sitting on your pile of money and jumping through hoops for the honour of getting off my ass. Very.”
“You understood from from the moment we decided to do this what would be involved.”
“I just didn’t know it would involve being lonely and celibate in your drafty castle!”
J’onn and Clark looked really uncomfortable, but J’onn was quick to recover. “Gentlemen, I believe we should do this one at a time. There’s a lot to discuss, if I’m not mistaken.”
“Start with Clark,” Wally said, pointing at him with a little more accusation than perhaps he deserved.
“I...”
“Let’s start with you, Wally,” J’onn countered calmly.
“Fine.” He sat back and drank a first sip of coffee; strong, no sugar, but it was alright. “I am a perfectly capable super-powered being who apparently needs to be nurse-maided for the right to pull monitor duty. I get that I was never the one calling the shots, but for God’s sake, I’m a council member. I started this right alongside you guys, and I think if I feel up to it, I should get to do what I want. Within reason, of course, but seriously.”
There was a pause. “I don’t understand,” Clark said slowly.
Right. Oh.
They didn’t know because nobody knew yet. That was part of why they were here in the first place.
It was easier to tell these guys first, because they’d be the least likely to freak out.
Wally pointed with even more accusation across the table at Bruce. “He knocked me up. So now I’m called Pregnant Invalid Man and I hide just above the Batcave in my secret bed-lair.”
Clark’s jaw was hanging open. Wally assumed he checked with the old x-ray eyes to see for himself. “How is that even possible?”
“Magic,” Bruce said somberly, arms crossed defensively.
“He forgot the Bat-condoms while I was all womanafied.”
“I wasn’t the only one involved. As I recall, you threatened me into it.”
“Oh yeah, big threats.” Wally rolled his eyes.
“You can’t blame me.”
“Oh no? Aren’t you supposed to be the smart one?” J’onn cleared his throat. Wally sighed and settled back again. “Sorry.”
“I’d just like this to be more of a discussion than an argument,” J’onn said calmly. “Please continue.”
“I think I’m done for now.”
“Alright. Clark, would you care to go next?”
“Okay.” He glanced around, then looked back at Wally. “For what it’s worth, I’d be glad to see you back. I’ve only returned to active duty for a short while, but... it did become a second home, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, it did.”
“And I know... I know I’m not just here because we’re friends.” Wally snorted at that, and Clark frowned a little. “I’m really... a little tired of being made out to be a bad guy all the time. Just once, I’d like to catch a break. Ever since the Lords incident...”
“You’re jealous super-ass couldn’t wait for me to be dead and gone!” Wally snarled, sent his chair flying against a counter with a metallic thud, and leaned on the flimsy table in a way threatening to snap it in half.
“We already discussed that, I thought we had an understanding!”
“I understand that the second I’m not around to play man-wife you started sticking him like some demented succubus.”
“Incubus.”
“Shut up Bruce! That’s so not the point!”
“I didn’t try to force myself on anyone, ever.”
“Oh right. I guess playing ‘Superman and Batman fuck each other until they die’ is totally healthy.”
Clark turned to Bruce now. “I never wanted to hurt you, I swear to you.”
Bruce snorted and shrugged. “I had Kryptonite on me the entire time.”
“Oh this is fun.” Wally sighed and looked up at the beams across the ceiling. It looked like a bird or something was nesting up there. “Yes, this was an excellent reason to get out of bed.”
He was so angry he was seeing red, only part of his brain mentioning that he might want to think.
“I thought you forgave me,” Clark said quietly.
Wally closed his eyes, then looked slowly at Clark. “I did. Really. I just didn’t forget. I didn’t forget that Batman and Superman can have crazy-time whenever they want, but one little thing goes weird with the Flash and he’s sidelined.”
“For your own good, Wally.”
“Or yours.” Wally looked at Bruce coldly. “Locking me up to keep me safe, well, that rings of being a little selfish, don’t it? I see pregnant ladies that keep their jobs all the time.”
“Most of them aren’t in dangerous lines of work and all of them are female.”
“I might as well have have a hoo-ha as it is.” They gave each other the ‘don’t even go there’ look. Wally rolled his eyes. “I don’t mind being the next Mrs. Wayne. But I just thought I’d be doing more... coming home all sweaty and greasy and manly to my pretty-boy lover a little more often.” Clark actually cracked a smile. A little one. Just for a split-second. “Hey hey hey! You don’t get to laugh. Your part of the problem!”
“Me?”
“Yes you! How the heck am I supposed to measure up to you in bed?” Wally hadn’t quite meant to say that. In bed. Shut his mouth quickly. “Anyway, it’s not my turn,” he mumbled, putting the chair back and sitting down. Moping just a little.
“I don’t...” Clark looked a little lost. Blushing. “I... uh...” He swallowed a big gulp of hot coffee, set it carefully on the table. “Listen. Part of why I took time off from the League was... well, I’m not... this perfect icon of perfection I’m supposed to be. You all know that better than most. The others, too. I took my place on the Council again because of that. I can’t be any more than who I am, and when I try... people get hurt. Even my friends. I don’t like who I am then.”
They were quiet for a moment.
“Bruce?” J’onn said, eyeing him meaningfully. Making it less than optional. “What do you have to say?”
Everyone looked at him expectantly.
“I’ve dealt with my short relationship with Clark. At the moment, I’m just concerned that my unborn children might get caught up in the next strike against the League. I’m not prepared to let that happen.”
“Strictly non-threatning stuff only, I swear!”
“There is no such thing in our line of work.”
“I think it’s my decision.”
“It’s a matter for the Council as a whole. I alone can’t stop you.”
“So it’s like that?”
“Apparently.”
“Is it my turn again?” Wally glared at J’onn.
“That hasn’t stopped you yet.”
“Right, well, listen here Mr. Spooky High-and-Mighty. I got through most of life more or less unscathed without you. And I would totally win in a fair fight. So what I don’t need is you telling me what not to do.”
“Oh please. You’re victimizing yourself.”
“I... what? No! So not a victim!”
Bruce sighed. “If you can kick my ass in a fight, then why do you listen to what I say?”
Wally sighed. “Because you’re always right,” he grumbled.
“That’s all I’m asking. To keep listening to me.”
“I can’t sit in your house and talk to Alfred all day. I mean, he’s great, but I’m going to go bonkers. Even if something happens, I’m not new to the game. I know how to take care of myself. Besides... if something big enough to take down the Watchtower comes along, we’re all in big trouble anyway.”
Bruce had a sort of ominous look like he knew something. Wally didn’t dare to ask just yet.
“One stipulation.”
“Being?” Wally raised an eyebrow; of course, he so should have expected a condition.
“Nobody can know who the father is.”
“The other father. This doesn't make me a mommy.”
“That’s what I meant.”
“People know we’re together.”
“People suspect we’re together, largely. I’d rather just keep a few more points between A and B for the sake of our secret identities.”
“What’s with not trusting the League?”
“We’ve had moles before. I’m not willing to...”
“Fine. Alright. It’s all another big secret. Immaculate conception. Don’t worry Bruce; I’ll make it clear we’ve never spoken.” Yeah, Wally was irritated.
Cranky and tired already.
Wally went to take another sip of the coffee, but Bruce snatched the cup away first. Apparently he’d had as much as he was allowed. “I really can’t stand you,” he growled.
“I think we’ve gotten as far as we’re going to,” J’onn announced. “I’d like to do this again in a week’s time, on the Watchtower.”
“Fine.”
“Sure.”
“Hn.”
They didn’t linger after that; mostly because Wally pushed Bruce out the door, threatening him with his muddy shoe as he squished his way into the other one. He’d have to talk to J’onn later, but J’onn seemed to know that. One on one. “Get your pretty-boy butt over there, chop chop!”
“The benefit isn’t until eight.”
The other shoe went on and Wally pushed him right through all the puddles and much Bruce had managed to avoid the first time. Tough luck.
Right up the side of the plane, Wally barely waited for the canopy to open before he tossed Bruce down in the passenger seat.
Just to remind him which one could bench-press more. And swanky super-powers. Wally was on top of him before he could blink, had Bruce’s pants undone before the inevitable cry of protest.
“J’onn and Clark are right there.”
“Through the trees.”
“They both...”
“Will keep flying. Besides, they’re like me. Go coastal when they can. Other direction.”
“Since when do you notice things like that?” Bruce’s pants came off all at once and Wally laughed. “This is...”
Wally shut him up with a kiss. A hard one, wanting more, pushing until their teeth kept clicking and they were cutting each other’s lips. Bruce dug his fingers into Wally’s ass, caught a breath and moaned as their groins began grinding together. Wanting to hurt him, just a little.
“Fucking bastard,” Wally gasped between a clash of tongues. “How could you... do that to me?”
Bruce nipped at Wally’s bottom lip and smirked. Knowing Wally wouldn’t stay angry very long. Even with the crazy hormones. At the moment it just made him more pissed off.
Wally slammed Bruce’s shoulder into the seat. “There’s lube in here, right?”
Bruce reached awkwardly around to open a tiny hatch that had more lotions and creams than a medicine cabinet. What he was looking for was under a jar of vaseline, which he’d heard worked, but skipped for something less smelly.
“Good.” The no-powers rule was definitely taking a momentary hiatus. Wally turned Bruce over in the seat, so quickly he made this loud, startled gasp. “Because I’m going to fuck you until you scream, and the entire county will hear you. And worrying about a couple of buddies flying by won’t really mean much.”
“I thought you were forcibly celibate,” Bruce replied, breathy. “In my drafty castle.”
“That’s all over, pretty boy.” Wally pressed his body against Bruce’s, fumbled with his clothes with one hand, fondling him with the other, in tight space between the seat. He was wearing a black sweater, it’s collar growing damp as Wally nibbled the back of his neck. Not minding if he left marks. Kinda hoping he would. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you later?”
“Tell me,” Bruce huskily demanded, his body flexing and his dick hard and silky smooth, softer than his silk boxer shorts that were already boasting a little wet spot.
“I’m going to hang off your arm, like the dolled-up little trophy wife, and I’m going to nod and smile...” Wally squeezed and pulled on Bruce’s cock, listened to him breath raggedly. “In my high heels and my lacy garter belt.” The pants slid down Bruce’s thighs, and Wally had to just touch Bruce’s skin, feel how his body rippled. “Somehow, I’m going to be hiding a big ol’ cock in my skirt, saving it just for you. Surrounded by all those people, I’m going to fuck you hard.” Bruce moaned and Wally pressed his groin against Bruce’s ass, so he could feel the erection already in his pants.
Bruce chuckled a little, but his cock was jumping in Wally’s hand. Oh... he loved it.
That had to be enough foreplay, because Wally was about to start humping Bruce’s leg, so he managed to get his own pants open.
The bottle of lube had vanished.
“Alright, you just... hold that thought.” Wally felt absurd, his pants around his ankles as he fumbled around in the already cramped cockpit, open or not.
His face was right in Bruce’s ass as he fumbled around under the seat, so he licked the cheek and bit him until he really felt it. Squirmed and moaned again. The tube touched his fingers. “Yes!”
Wally came back up triumphantly and didn’t waste any more time to slide the slippery gel all over his very grateful manhood. “Ready, lover boy?”
Bruce growled at him, low and oh so demanding. He opened his thighs, opened his body for Wally to carefully push inside... and then seemed to just suck him in.
Wally was squeezing balls-deep into him and needed more. He pulled out and Bruce’s body pulled him back in so tight.
Both of them were making a hell of a racket. A nearby flock of birds scattered away at a sharp cry, but Wally’s body was wound painfully with lust and it just felt so good scream as loud as he wanted to and thrust harder.
He moved about, got different angles that got different noises from his chiseled lover, all slack-faced with pleasure.
In the end they were pressed right tight together, Wally’s last crow of orgasm rather close to Bruce’s ear, but he didn’t complain. He helped Wally jack him off into the leather seat.
The last ripples of orgasm faded and they moved about with slow purpose, cleaning off the seat for one.
It was a bit uncomfortable, but they managed to cuddle together in the seat, Wally’s legs propped up on the dash.
Bruce sighed contently.
“I was going to say, the doctor advised against this.”
“What?”
“Invasive or ‘enthusiastic’ sexual activity,” Bruce laughed. “Said, ‘keep it for special occasions’ as if he were entirely certain I was sharing genetic material.”
“You are.”
“How would he know that? Irritating.”
Wally frowned at him. “Irritating?”
“That he’d presume.”
“What does this ring mean, anyway?”
Bruce looked apologetic, his eyes widening a bit. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just... I don’t think our lives are anyone else’s business. And if the Flash becomes pregnant with Batman’s child at the same time Bruce Wayne’s elusive and notably muscular fiancee’ does...”
“I know. I just hate it so much sometimes.”
“There’s not much that’ll be easy about any of this. Now, previously, or ever.” Bruce sighed again, kissed Wally’s shoulder. “If Bruce Wayne’s intended is a young, attractive man, the courts will tear our home apart and never leave Dick alone. If he’s Batman, what happened to the Manor before will be a warm-up.”
“And yet,” Wally sighed, “here we are.” He kissed Bruce’s cheek, then his lips at the encouragement of his eyes. “I feel much better. We should get going, though.”
“It’s only four.”
“I have to get ready. Angie takes a lot longer than I do, if you’ll recall.”
“I can help,” Bruce crooned, like a wickedly indecent suggestion.
“By all means. But there is something else I want sometime soon.”
“What’s that?”
“I want to see you in heels.”
They laughed, and Bruce found that particularly funny as he finally found the pilot’s seat. Wally was, of course, serious, and would make sure that happened soon enough.
It was only fair.
* * *
Wally woke up and looked at the clock; 4:23 AM. He rolled over and reached over the empty side of the bed, made a fist, and got up.
There was a giant gray sweatshirt in the growing collection of oversized clothing on his side of the closet, which had been recently expanded. The racks both rotated and were still a fun novelty to have.
He’d hoped that Bruce would be in the cave, but Wally had to satisfy by setting down his coffee cup and waking of a computer system, instructing it to contact Batman’s com-link through a few keystrokes.
Bruce’s voice, and the sound of gunfire in the distance, came almost immediately through the speakers. “Yes?”
“Hi.”
“Hi,” Bruce replied, a little bit of a laugh in his voice as he grunted and apparently was kicking someone. Or something. “Is everything alright?”
“Oh, yeah. I just wanted to call, see how the bad men of the night were treating you.”
“Terribly enough to make life interesting.”
“Oh, good. Well, actually, I had a question, too.”
“What’s that?”
“What’s with the ominous look today? At the cabin, when I talked about something being big enough to threaten Earth?”
“There’s always that threat.”
“It was more than that.”
There was a pause, and the sound of an automatic weapon firing rather close; followed by a cracking noise and a thud. “Why would Brannock abandon all his computer systems, and purge the work already done on processing the Anti-Life equation?”
“He figured it out,” Wally automatically replied. “Oh jeeze. But he’s locked up.”
“At my last count, there are five former citizens of Apokolips on Earth. If we don’t include the Big Barda and Mister Miracle. Any one of them could be holding his work, and two of them have the access they would need to cause a great deal of trouble.”
“I bet you’re keeping a close eye.”
“Waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
Something on the other side of the line yelled and dropped, too. “Sounds like I should let you go.”
“I’ll be home soon.”
“Won’t be soon enough.”
On the other side, a scratchy voice could be heard before the line cut off. “Who are you talkin’ to?” Just before whoever it was hit the deck, no doubt.
Wally sat down in the chair and let out a sigh. His feet didn’t like to spent much time standing anymore.
It was then he noticed the bridal magazine under the console. Maternity Weddings. With a few ads for dresses marked with post-it notes. A satin number with a halter top and lace shrug sleeves read “Possibly.”
Bruce was such a dork.
Wally laughed and shook his head, but he looked through the magazine.
Then he put it away, and went back to the console.
“Flash to Watchtower.”
“Hello, Flash,” J’onn replied.
“Hey, J’onn. Are you busy tomorrow?”
“I believe I had some time.”
“Would you like to come by, have some fresh cookies?”
“That sounds lovely.”
“Good. I’ll see you then.”
“Good evening.”
Wally smiled as the audio cut.
He picked the magazine back up and yawned as he snuck it back upstairs. After all, this was his life, and there was no running away allowed.
This story started to intimidate the fuck out of me.
It’s been the source of the attention, small as it is, that I had in the fandomy sense of things. For good and bad. It’s been asked about by many people through email and comments since it became cursed and was lost or erased over four times.
And then, all of a sudden, it seemed like no effort to continue it would ever be good enough. This is like, my story, and it has to be good! I had to get over myself, and remember what the whole point of it was. To have fun and play with my boys.
Maybe this won't be the perfect story. But at least I'm actually writing it again.
So I do apologize for the very very VERY long delay.
Prophecies Fulfilled
Bruce/Wally, references to past Bruce/Clark. NC-17 for screaming and yelling and explicit m/m sex.
Bruce and Wally have not been coping very well. In an effort to help, Bruce and J'onn arrange a meeting of “the boys” of the League council... as a therapy session.
Chapter 8: The Rules of Engagement
“I leave the house for the first time in a week and it’s for this?
“Wally...”
“No, really. Therapy?”
“It was J’onn’s suggestion. I agree with him.”
“For my sake.”
“I understand that you’re not crazy. The hormonal imbalance will...”
“Suck a lot. I got that part. So did the toilet.”
“The nausea is...”
“Yeah, sucks too. Fine. You need to talk to J’onn, anyway. You’ve been all pissy at him since that thing what, over a year ago?”
“It was a breach of trust.”
“Yeah, like you never snoop when you’re concerned about someone. He got that from you.”
Wally knew they shouldn’t be bickering. This was the most he’d seen of Bruce in almost two weeks, even though they slept in the same bed.
To say that Bruce had become more distant would be something of an understatement. And now he was hauling him up for a group therapy session with Clark and J’onn. Batman wanted to make sure everything was kosher before he’d let Wally back on the Watchtower for something other than a visit in his... delicate condition.
Wally’s pants didn’t fit right anymore, and the reason had become a white elephant stomping it’s way around the room. Destroying furniture and breaking glass as it did. At the moment, he really wanted to hit Bruce. But Bruce was flying the plane, so that wouldn’t be such a great idea.
He moped in his seat for the rest of the flight; which wasn’t very long. They flew over trees and landed in a field in the middle of nowhere, just behind a cabin on a lake in the mountains.
The air was still sharp with spring chill and the ground was soggy. Wally kinda wished he was wearing his uniform, but the whole point was to come as themselves and so his sneakers suffered the brunt of it through squishy grass and occasional puddles hiding under dead leaves. Another reason not to wear the uniform. It made it harder not to just... take off.
Somehow, Bruce’s fancy Italian leather shoes made it to the back porch with little more than some mud on the tread. Wally sighed and left the wet socks and shoes on the steps to dry out in the morning sun.
The cabin smelled like aged wood and coffee, brewing on a small gas burner. Warmed by a small fire in a brick hearth. Clark looked positively at home, all jeans and flannel, pouring out a cup. Mountain man.
“Hey guys, want some?” He smiled hopefully and lifted up an empty mug by way of demonstration.
“No,” Bruce said flatly, and briskly sat down at the table.
“Uh, well, I want some,” Wally said, giving Bruce a look. “Thank you.”
A card table set up, with rough but comfortable enough wood chairs around it. Everything was all unfinished, and they used pieces of shingle already gray as coasters. The table was covered in little ring-marks and bumps from water damage. Some kind of pressed cardboard or something threatening to give out at any moment.
J’onn came in from the front, letting in a breeze that smelled like... well, like a lake. All fresh and hopeful.
They sat down at the card table and stared at Bruce until he pulled his chair back to the table as if it were a great burden to suffer.
“This was your idea, you could be a little nicer about it,” Wally grumbled.
“I’m here. I’m listening. Are you satisfied?”
“Oh yes, very satisfied. Sitting on your pile of money and jumping through hoops for the honour of getting off my ass. Very.”
“You understood from from the moment we decided to do this what would be involved.”
“I just didn’t know it would involve being lonely and celibate in your drafty castle!”
J’onn and Clark looked really uncomfortable, but J’onn was quick to recover. “Gentlemen, I believe we should do this one at a time. There’s a lot to discuss, if I’m not mistaken.”
“Start with Clark,” Wally said, pointing at him with a little more accusation than perhaps he deserved.
“I...”
“Let’s start with you, Wally,” J’onn countered calmly.
“Fine.” He sat back and drank a first sip of coffee; strong, no sugar, but it was alright. “I am a perfectly capable super-powered being who apparently needs to be nurse-maided for the right to pull monitor duty. I get that I was never the one calling the shots, but for God’s sake, I’m a council member. I started this right alongside you guys, and I think if I feel up to it, I should get to do what I want. Within reason, of course, but seriously.”
There was a pause. “I don’t understand,” Clark said slowly.
Right. Oh.
They didn’t know because nobody knew yet. That was part of why they were here in the first place.
It was easier to tell these guys first, because they’d be the least likely to freak out.
Wally pointed with even more accusation across the table at Bruce. “He knocked me up. So now I’m called Pregnant Invalid Man and I hide just above the Batcave in my secret bed-lair.”
Clark’s jaw was hanging open. Wally assumed he checked with the old x-ray eyes to see for himself. “How is that even possible?”
“Magic,” Bruce said somberly, arms crossed defensively.
“He forgot the Bat-condoms while I was all womanafied.”
“I wasn’t the only one involved. As I recall, you threatened me into it.”
“Oh yeah, big threats.” Wally rolled his eyes.
“You can’t blame me.”
“Oh no? Aren’t you supposed to be the smart one?” J’onn cleared his throat. Wally sighed and settled back again. “Sorry.”
“I’d just like this to be more of a discussion than an argument,” J’onn said calmly. “Please continue.”
“I think I’m done for now.”
“Alright. Clark, would you care to go next?”
“Okay.” He glanced around, then looked back at Wally. “For what it’s worth, I’d be glad to see you back. I’ve only returned to active duty for a short while, but... it did become a second home, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, it did.”
“And I know... I know I’m not just here because we’re friends.” Wally snorted at that, and Clark frowned a little. “I’m really... a little tired of being made out to be a bad guy all the time. Just once, I’d like to catch a break. Ever since the Lords incident...”
“You’re jealous super-ass couldn’t wait for me to be dead and gone!” Wally snarled, sent his chair flying against a counter with a metallic thud, and leaned on the flimsy table in a way threatening to snap it in half.
“We already discussed that, I thought we had an understanding!”
“I understand that the second I’m not around to play man-wife you started sticking him like some demented succubus.”
“Incubus.”
“Shut up Bruce! That’s so not the point!”
“I didn’t try to force myself on anyone, ever.”
“Oh right. I guess playing ‘Superman and Batman fuck each other until they die’ is totally healthy.”
Clark turned to Bruce now. “I never wanted to hurt you, I swear to you.”
Bruce snorted and shrugged. “I had Kryptonite on me the entire time.”
“Oh this is fun.” Wally sighed and looked up at the beams across the ceiling. It looked like a bird or something was nesting up there. “Yes, this was an excellent reason to get out of bed.”
He was so angry he was seeing red, only part of his brain mentioning that he might want to think.
“I thought you forgave me,” Clark said quietly.
Wally closed his eyes, then looked slowly at Clark. “I did. Really. I just didn’t forget. I didn’t forget that Batman and Superman can have crazy-time whenever they want, but one little thing goes weird with the Flash and he’s sidelined.”
“For your own good, Wally.”
“Or yours.” Wally looked at Bruce coldly. “Locking me up to keep me safe, well, that rings of being a little selfish, don’t it? I see pregnant ladies that keep their jobs all the time.”
“Most of them aren’t in dangerous lines of work and all of them are female.”
“I might as well have have a hoo-ha as it is.” They gave each other the ‘don’t even go there’ look. Wally rolled his eyes. “I don’t mind being the next Mrs. Wayne. But I just thought I’d be doing more... coming home all sweaty and greasy and manly to my pretty-boy lover a little more often.” Clark actually cracked a smile. A little one. Just for a split-second. “Hey hey hey! You don’t get to laugh. Your part of the problem!”
“Me?”
“Yes you! How the heck am I supposed to measure up to you in bed?” Wally hadn’t quite meant to say that. In bed. Shut his mouth quickly. “Anyway, it’s not my turn,” he mumbled, putting the chair back and sitting down. Moping just a little.
“I don’t...” Clark looked a little lost. Blushing. “I... uh...” He swallowed a big gulp of hot coffee, set it carefully on the table. “Listen. Part of why I took time off from the League was... well, I’m not... this perfect icon of perfection I’m supposed to be. You all know that better than most. The others, too. I took my place on the Council again because of that. I can’t be any more than who I am, and when I try... people get hurt. Even my friends. I don’t like who I am then.”
They were quiet for a moment.
“Bruce?” J’onn said, eyeing him meaningfully. Making it less than optional. “What do you have to say?”
Everyone looked at him expectantly.
“I’ve dealt with my short relationship with Clark. At the moment, I’m just concerned that my unborn children might get caught up in the next strike against the League. I’m not prepared to let that happen.”
“Strictly non-threatning stuff only, I swear!”
“There is no such thing in our line of work.”
“I think it’s my decision.”
“It’s a matter for the Council as a whole. I alone can’t stop you.”
“So it’s like that?”
“Apparently.”
“Is it my turn again?” Wally glared at J’onn.
“That hasn’t stopped you yet.”
“Right, well, listen here Mr. Spooky High-and-Mighty. I got through most of life more or less unscathed without you. And I would totally win in a fair fight. So what I don’t need is you telling me what not to do.”
“Oh please. You’re victimizing yourself.”
“I... what? No! So not a victim!”
Bruce sighed. “If you can kick my ass in a fight, then why do you listen to what I say?”
Wally sighed. “Because you’re always right,” he grumbled.
“That’s all I’m asking. To keep listening to me.”
“I can’t sit in your house and talk to Alfred all day. I mean, he’s great, but I’m going to go bonkers. Even if something happens, I’m not new to the game. I know how to take care of myself. Besides... if something big enough to take down the Watchtower comes along, we’re all in big trouble anyway.”
Bruce had a sort of ominous look like he knew something. Wally didn’t dare to ask just yet.
“One stipulation.”
“Being?” Wally raised an eyebrow; of course, he so should have expected a condition.
“Nobody can know who the father is.”
“The other father. This doesn't make me a mommy.”
“That’s what I meant.”
“People know we’re together.”
“People suspect we’re together, largely. I’d rather just keep a few more points between A and B for the sake of our secret identities.”
“What’s with not trusting the League?”
“We’ve had moles before. I’m not willing to...”
“Fine. Alright. It’s all another big secret. Immaculate conception. Don’t worry Bruce; I’ll make it clear we’ve never spoken.” Yeah, Wally was irritated.
Cranky and tired already.
Wally went to take another sip of the coffee, but Bruce snatched the cup away first. Apparently he’d had as much as he was allowed. “I really can’t stand you,” he growled.
“I think we’ve gotten as far as we’re going to,” J’onn announced. “I’d like to do this again in a week’s time, on the Watchtower.”
“Fine.”
“Sure.”
“Hn.”
They didn’t linger after that; mostly because Wally pushed Bruce out the door, threatening him with his muddy shoe as he squished his way into the other one. He’d have to talk to J’onn later, but J’onn seemed to know that. One on one. “Get your pretty-boy butt over there, chop chop!”
“The benefit isn’t until eight.”
The other shoe went on and Wally pushed him right through all the puddles and much Bruce had managed to avoid the first time. Tough luck.
Right up the side of the plane, Wally barely waited for the canopy to open before he tossed Bruce down in the passenger seat.
Just to remind him which one could bench-press more. And swanky super-powers. Wally was on top of him before he could blink, had Bruce’s pants undone before the inevitable cry of protest.
“J’onn and Clark are right there.”
“Through the trees.”
“They both...”
“Will keep flying. Besides, they’re like me. Go coastal when they can. Other direction.”
“Since when do you notice things like that?” Bruce’s pants came off all at once and Wally laughed. “This is...”
Wally shut him up with a kiss. A hard one, wanting more, pushing until their teeth kept clicking and they were cutting each other’s lips. Bruce dug his fingers into Wally’s ass, caught a breath and moaned as their groins began grinding together. Wanting to hurt him, just a little.
“Fucking bastard,” Wally gasped between a clash of tongues. “How could you... do that to me?”
Bruce nipped at Wally’s bottom lip and smirked. Knowing Wally wouldn’t stay angry very long. Even with the crazy hormones. At the moment it just made him more pissed off.
Wally slammed Bruce’s shoulder into the seat. “There’s lube in here, right?”
Bruce reached awkwardly around to open a tiny hatch that had more lotions and creams than a medicine cabinet. What he was looking for was under a jar of vaseline, which he’d heard worked, but skipped for something less smelly.
“Good.” The no-powers rule was definitely taking a momentary hiatus. Wally turned Bruce over in the seat, so quickly he made this loud, startled gasp. “Because I’m going to fuck you until you scream, and the entire county will hear you. And worrying about a couple of buddies flying by won’t really mean much.”
“I thought you were forcibly celibate,” Bruce replied, breathy. “In my drafty castle.”
“That’s all over, pretty boy.” Wally pressed his body against Bruce’s, fumbled with his clothes with one hand, fondling him with the other, in tight space between the seat. He was wearing a black sweater, it’s collar growing damp as Wally nibbled the back of his neck. Not minding if he left marks. Kinda hoping he would. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you later?”
“Tell me,” Bruce huskily demanded, his body flexing and his dick hard and silky smooth, softer than his silk boxer shorts that were already boasting a little wet spot.
“I’m going to hang off your arm, like the dolled-up little trophy wife, and I’m going to nod and smile...” Wally squeezed and pulled on Bruce’s cock, listened to him breath raggedly. “In my high heels and my lacy garter belt.” The pants slid down Bruce’s thighs, and Wally had to just touch Bruce’s skin, feel how his body rippled. “Somehow, I’m going to be hiding a big ol’ cock in my skirt, saving it just for you. Surrounded by all those people, I’m going to fuck you hard.” Bruce moaned and Wally pressed his groin against Bruce’s ass, so he could feel the erection already in his pants.
Bruce chuckled a little, but his cock was jumping in Wally’s hand. Oh... he loved it.
That had to be enough foreplay, because Wally was about to start humping Bruce’s leg, so he managed to get his own pants open.
The bottle of lube had vanished.
“Alright, you just... hold that thought.” Wally felt absurd, his pants around his ankles as he fumbled around in the already cramped cockpit, open or not.
His face was right in Bruce’s ass as he fumbled around under the seat, so he licked the cheek and bit him until he really felt it. Squirmed and moaned again. The tube touched his fingers. “Yes!”
Wally came back up triumphantly and didn’t waste any more time to slide the slippery gel all over his very grateful manhood. “Ready, lover boy?”
Bruce growled at him, low and oh so demanding. He opened his thighs, opened his body for Wally to carefully push inside... and then seemed to just suck him in.
Wally was squeezing balls-deep into him and needed more. He pulled out and Bruce’s body pulled him back in so tight.
Both of them were making a hell of a racket. A nearby flock of birds scattered away at a sharp cry, but Wally’s body was wound painfully with lust and it just felt so good scream as loud as he wanted to and thrust harder.
He moved about, got different angles that got different noises from his chiseled lover, all slack-faced with pleasure.
In the end they were pressed right tight together, Wally’s last crow of orgasm rather close to Bruce’s ear, but he didn’t complain. He helped Wally jack him off into the leather seat.
The last ripples of orgasm faded and they moved about with slow purpose, cleaning off the seat for one.
It was a bit uncomfortable, but they managed to cuddle together in the seat, Wally’s legs propped up on the dash.
Bruce sighed contently.
“I was going to say, the doctor advised against this.”
“What?”
“Invasive or ‘enthusiastic’ sexual activity,” Bruce laughed. “Said, ‘keep it for special occasions’ as if he were entirely certain I was sharing genetic material.”
“You are.”
“How would he know that? Irritating.”
Wally frowned at him. “Irritating?”
“That he’d presume.”
“What does this ring mean, anyway?”
Bruce looked apologetic, his eyes widening a bit. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just... I don’t think our lives are anyone else’s business. And if the Flash becomes pregnant with Batman’s child at the same time Bruce Wayne’s elusive and notably muscular fiancee’ does...”
“I know. I just hate it so much sometimes.”
“There’s not much that’ll be easy about any of this. Now, previously, or ever.” Bruce sighed again, kissed Wally’s shoulder. “If Bruce Wayne’s intended is a young, attractive man, the courts will tear our home apart and never leave Dick alone. If he’s Batman, what happened to the Manor before will be a warm-up.”
“And yet,” Wally sighed, “here we are.” He kissed Bruce’s cheek, then his lips at the encouragement of his eyes. “I feel much better. We should get going, though.”
“It’s only four.”
“I have to get ready. Angie takes a lot longer than I do, if you’ll recall.”
“I can help,” Bruce crooned, like a wickedly indecent suggestion.
“By all means. But there is something else I want sometime soon.”
“What’s that?”
“I want to see you in heels.”
They laughed, and Bruce found that particularly funny as he finally found the pilot’s seat. Wally was, of course, serious, and would make sure that happened soon enough.
It was only fair.
Wally woke up and looked at the clock; 4:23 AM. He rolled over and reached over the empty side of the bed, made a fist, and got up.
There was a giant gray sweatshirt in the growing collection of oversized clothing on his side of the closet, which had been recently expanded. The racks both rotated and were still a fun novelty to have.
He’d hoped that Bruce would be in the cave, but Wally had to satisfy by setting down his coffee cup and waking of a computer system, instructing it to contact Batman’s com-link through a few keystrokes.
Bruce’s voice, and the sound of gunfire in the distance, came almost immediately through the speakers. “Yes?”
“Hi.”
“Hi,” Bruce replied, a little bit of a laugh in his voice as he grunted and apparently was kicking someone. Or something. “Is everything alright?”
“Oh, yeah. I just wanted to call, see how the bad men of the night were treating you.”
“Terribly enough to make life interesting.”
“Oh, good. Well, actually, I had a question, too.”
“What’s that?”
“What’s with the ominous look today? At the cabin, when I talked about something being big enough to threaten Earth?”
“There’s always that threat.”
“It was more than that.”
There was a pause, and the sound of an automatic weapon firing rather close; followed by a cracking noise and a thud. “Why would Brannock abandon all his computer systems, and purge the work already done on processing the Anti-Life equation?”
“He figured it out,” Wally automatically replied. “Oh jeeze. But he’s locked up.”
“At my last count, there are five former citizens of Apokolips on Earth. If we don’t include the Big Barda and Mister Miracle. Any one of them could be holding his work, and two of them have the access they would need to cause a great deal of trouble.”
“I bet you’re keeping a close eye.”
“Waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
Something on the other side of the line yelled and dropped, too. “Sounds like I should let you go.”
“I’ll be home soon.”
“Won’t be soon enough.”
On the other side, a scratchy voice could be heard before the line cut off. “Who are you talkin’ to?” Just before whoever it was hit the deck, no doubt.
Wally sat down in the chair and let out a sigh. His feet didn’t like to spent much time standing anymore.
It was then he noticed the bridal magazine under the console. Maternity Weddings. With a few ads for dresses marked with post-it notes. A satin number with a halter top and lace shrug sleeves read “Possibly.”
Bruce was such a dork.
Wally laughed and shook his head, but he looked through the magazine.
Then he put it away, and went back to the console.
“Flash to Watchtower.”
“Hello, Flash,” J’onn replied.
“Hey, J’onn. Are you busy tomorrow?”
“I believe I had some time.”
“Would you like to come by, have some fresh cookies?”
“That sounds lovely.”
“Good. I’ll see you then.”
“Good evening.”
Wally smiled as the audio cut.
He picked the magazine back up and yawned as he snuck it back upstairs. After all, this was his life, and there was no running away allowed.